27th January Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The secret of your great strength,
The secret of your great love,
The secret of your great romance,
And like the seven braids of my head;
But to Edward the son of Louis i will write out my mind.

She fell in love and he fell in love,
And in the valley of romance they spent the night;
For he was a mighty man of valour!

To the plain of love and to the plain of aroma,
To the plain of passion and to the plain of romance,
And to wander on the hills of unity to see afar;
But she was a virgin with the muse of Mozart.

The bay of love and the muse of love,
To bewail her virginity in the name of peace;
And with 27th January to fulfil her dreams,
But the muse of marriage came into force.

Morrow, narrow, arrow, sparrow, borrow;
And like a message skin deep!
But she was a special treasure to him.

A cow, a bull, a lamb, a goat;
She was a virgin and he made love with her;
But she was very special to him.

Take up a work in the garden of love and go down deep!
And be joyful in the city of love;
For the swarm of the bees and honey are like,
The sweet songs of love heard on 27th January.